She thinks i’m crazy, judging by the faces that she’s making, and i think she’s pretty. But pretty’s just part of the things she does that amaze me. And she calls me sweetheart. I love it when she wakes me when it’s still early. And she watches the sun. But she’s the only one i have my eyes on.

And now she put her hand in mine, and I felt her fingers fold over mine, gently leading me to the edge of the floor. I was about to make some joke to lighten things up, but her hand touched my face and suddenly, i didn’t feel like talking about anything.

Then I realized I’ve been running around for the past year with absolutely no direction. I didn’t know what I wanted. All I knew was that you were always there, always in my head, always under my skin. So this year I know what i want, because i’m holding it in my hands. It’s you!